The green seedlings stretch out at the waist, and the distance between each plant is absolutely the same, which is extremely perfect.

No matter which angle you look at, the seedlings are in a straight line, and even the shadows on the water surface do not deviate at all.

The greatest farmer in the mountain village can't do it at this level.

Looking at this picture, Liu Shisui's mouth couldn't close for a long time.

The breeze is light, and the green seedlings are undulating, which is very beautiful.

The young man in white stood on the ridge, nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied with his means, turned and walked back, lay down on the bamboo chair, and closed his eyes.

Liu Shisui glanced at the sky and said, "Childe, do you want to chop wood next?" ”

Because the young man in white did not admit that he was an immortal master, the villagers decided to call each other Gongzi after some discussion.

"That's it. The young man in white said with his eyes closed.

Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "Or cook rice first?"

The young man in white ignored him.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, but he didn't understand why he changed his mind so quickly.

"I just want to learn, I don't like it. ”

The young man in white said, "Even if Huafan really makes sense, it is not suitable for me. ”

Liu Shisui didn't understand, but followed his words and asked, "Why?"

The young man in white said, "Because I'm lazy and not good at it." ”

Liu Shisui was a little excited and asked, "What are you good at, son?"

In the rumors of the small mountain village, the immortal masters in Daqing Mountain are all gods who can wave their hands to lead thunder and fly swords into the air.

The young man in white said, "Cut off." ”

Everything in the world has weaknesses.

What he does best is find those weak spots and disconnect them.

Like magic weapons, like mountains, or whatever.

Liu Shisui didn't expect to hear such an answer, so she couldn't help but be a little disappointed, scratched her head and said, "No wonder you cut vegetables so well." ”

The wind rose, and a leaf floated down, and the stubble was very smooth, as if it had been cut by a real sword.

There are cicadas chirping.

This should be the first cicada song of the year in the small mountain village.

The young man in white opened his eyes and looked at the peaks hidden in the clouds in the distance.

Liu Shisui picked up the fallen leaves, looked at his side face, and asked, "Childe, what is your name?"

The young man in white was quiet for a while and said, "Jingjiu." ”

"Jingjiu?"

"Read?"

"There used to be a gentleman in the village who left last year, and I heard that he wanted to go to the county to take the children's examination. ”

"I've read it too. ”

"Huh?"

"If you don't understand, just ask me. ”

"Thank you, Childe. ”

"Hmm. ”

Liu Shisui looked at the young man in white, he had been looking at this face for nine days, and he still felt a little dazzling when he had resistance, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"Are you...... Feeling bad?"

The young man in white looked at the peaks in the fog in the distance and was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "It's hard not to be annoyed when you keep doing the same thing." ”

Liu Shisui thought for a while and said, "What if...... That thing is if you eat meat. ”

。。。。。。

A year passes quickly, and late spring is coming.

For the white-clothed young man who called himself Jingjiu, the villagers were divided into two factions, one group insisted that he was an immortal master from Daqingshan, and the other group believed that he was indeed not an immortal master, but should be a fallen aristocratic son from Fucheng and maybe even the capital of Chaoge, but there was one thing that the two groups of people had exactly the same opinion, that is, they had never seen such a lazy person.

Throughout the year, the villagers enjoyed hanging out around Liu's house — no matter who he was, they always liked to see him. But no matter when people go, they will see Jing Jiu sleeping, if there is sun, he will sleep on the bamboo chair in the yard, if the weather is gloomy, he will sleep on the bed in the house, if the weather is too hot, he will move the bamboo chair to sleep under the tree by the pond, if it snows, he will move back, but he will leave the window open.

After the first nine days, no one saw Jing Jiu do even the simplest housework, making beds and quilts, dressing and eating, and now they are all served by Liu Shisui, and even the bamboo chair he slept on was moved around by Liu Shisui.

However, the villagers still maintained their heartfelt respect for Jing Jiu, because when the children in the village were studying, he would occasionally give a few words, and according to the children, the knowledge of the fairy master was more than 300 times more profound than that of the previous gentleman.

The most important thing is that Jing Jiu is very rich and very willing to spend money, although at the beginning, the villagers did not dare to ask for his money at all. The ancestral hall and immortal temple in the village were repaired, all of which was his silver, and now even the new road leading from the mountain village to the county seat has been repaired for more than half, how can the villagers not be grateful to him, how not respectful?

"Childe, be careful when you rest, and be careful not to fall into the pond again. ”

Liu Shisui carried the branches picked up from the mountain on his back, looked at Jingjiu lying on the bamboo chair, and was a little worried.

This happened once, and he was severely lectured by his father, saying that he had not served the immortal master well.

Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair and hummed, not knowing whether it was in response to his words, or because it was too comfortable to rest in the shade.

It should be the latter, his slender fingers tapped the bamboo chair, the rhythm was very scattered, without any regularity, giving people a lazy feeling.

Liu Shisui hesitated for a moment and put down the branch on his back.

He sat down against the tree, hugged his knees, stared at the bamboo chair, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

He is now eleven years old, but he is still called "ten years old", and Jing Jiu doesn't seem to have the intention of changing his name for him, in his mind, it should be the reason why Childe is too lazy.

No matter what his name is, he is still so honest and credible, since he promised his father to take good care of his son, he must do it.

And the sound of Jingjiu Gongzi knocking on the chair was very interesting, he didn't know how to describe it in words, but he felt that his heart was getting quieter and quieter.

The mountain breeze blows lightly on the water, the sun gradually fades, and the night becomes thicker and thicker.

"The last two times, exhale early. ”

Liu Shisui was slightly shocked when she heard this, then sobered up and said, "Got it." ”

Jingjiu opened her eyes and looked at the pond.

The night breeze vanished and the water was calm, like a mirror.

Looking at the face on the water, he didn't speak for a long time.

This face is beautiful.

This face is perfect.

If the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the painter must be the best one in thousands of years.

Even he had never seen such a good-looking face in the cultivation world where there were countless handsome men and beautiful women.

The starlight fell on this face, on the water, and the light moved slightly, making this face feel more dreamlike.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen his face.

When he saw this face by the pond, he understood why the villagers had that reaction on the day he first arrived in the mountain village, and then he was so determined that he was an immortal master.

To be able to have such a face, no one will be dissatisfied, even if he is Jingjiu.

He just thought there was something strange about it.

Looking at himself on the water, he raised his hand and touched his ear.

It's a pair of attractive ears, looking round, and what's interesting is that it's not ugly with this face, but it adds a bit of cuteness.

He understood why, but he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

The night breeze rose again, blowing away the perfect face on the water, and also the thoughts in his heart.

Everything is like a dream bubble, it seems to be said by Senior Sister Lian in Shuiyue Nunnery.

Jing Jiu lay back on the bamboo chair and wanted to drink water, but found that the kettle was in front of the chair and needed to sit up again, so he glanced at Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui squatted at the bottom of the tree, playing with the grass roots and teasing the green insects, felt the eyes falling on his body, raised his head to know what was wrong, sighed, got up and walked to the bamboo chair, lifted the kettle, and handed it to Jing Jiu.

Jingjiu drank a bowl of water and closed her eyes again.

Liu Shisui didn't leave, just squatted down by the bamboo chair, supported her chin with her hand, looked at Jingjiu's face in a daze, and thought to herself, why is it so good-looking?

He had seen too much, so unlike other villagers, he knew that this face had actually changed over the course of the year, not the eyebrows, but the ...... Temperament?

Childe is not as stunned as before, his eyes are much smarter, and he is more angry, in fact, he talks a lot more than before.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and after three breaths, he opened his eyes again.

Liu Shisui was a little surprised, in the past year, whether the son was asleep, resting or pretending to sleep, he would never open his eyes so quickly.

"What are you doing here?"

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky and said, "I'm deducing the next three years. ”

Liu Shisui scratched her head, thinking to herself, what are you doing when you sleep every day on weekdays?

Jing Jiu seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I'm deducing the next three thousand years. ”

Liu Shisui's eyes widened and said, "Three thousand years?"

Jing Jiu asked: "What do you think if you think about it, exhaust your mind, and spend countless hours writing an excellent article, and you feel that you will never be able to write such a good article in this life, but you accidentally let the paper manuscript fall into the stove and be burned to ashes?"

Liu Shisui was stunned for a moment before she reacted, stroked her chest with her right hand and said, "I don't dare to think about it, I feel distressed when I think about it." ”

"It's not a pain, it's a pain. Jing Jiu was quiet for a while and said, "It's painful. ”

It is a pain that cannot be understood by those who have not experienced it.

The pain is unbearable.

However, what can I do other than rewrite that article again?

Liu Shisui said sympathetically: "That person can only be rewritten." ”

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, what else can you do besides rewriting?"

Liu Shisui thought of something and said worriedly: "But what if I can't remember the wonderful words and sentences in the original article, as well as those exquisite allusions?"

"If you can't remember it, it doesn't matter, how can those words and allusions be really wonderful?"

Jing Jiu looked at the peaks in the night mist and said, "Write it again, it must be a better splendid article." ”

Liu Shisui thought about it, and didn't know if it made sense, thinking about the previous conversation, and asked curiously: "Childe, what have you deduced? What will the rain be like in the next three years?"

Jing Jiu's gaze fell on a forest not far away, and said, "I only calculated that the time was up. ”

Just tonight.

The night breeze rose slightly, his plain clothes fluttered, and a middle-aged cultivator with a rather unearthly meaning fell to the ground, carrying a long sword behind him.

Liu Shisui was startled and hid behind a bamboo chair.

The middle-aged cultivator's gaze fell on Jing Jiu, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he seemed to be a little surprised.